On Board Titanic, April 15, 1912, 2:20am
Cyrus held tight to Katya and Dickory as the bow section of the broken ship began to sink rapidly. As an instinctual survival measure, Cyrus tried to propel himself in time away from his pending fate; taking his girl and the dog with him. Time backed up slightly, to right before Titanic broke in two, and then slowed down to a crawl.
"What are you doing?" asked Katya. "This won't help; it'll only postpone the inevitable."
"I don't know, it just happened," Cyrus said while looking across to the stern section and the frightened people all going in slow motion.
They watched as people prayed in earnest. One woman held a rosary. The beads swayed like a pearl pendulum around her gloved hand. Others could be seen just mouthing silent petitions. A brave
